He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.

You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep." "I only did it once." "Once was weird enough, thank you.

The rabbis paled. I’d managed to terrify holy men. Maybe I could beat up a nun for an encore.

How did the hearing go?” she asked. “We won, sort of,” Kaldar said. “We die at dawn.” “The court gave the Sheeriles twenty-four hours,” William corrected. “Yes, but ‘we die at dawn the day after tomorrow’ doesn’t sound nearly as dramatic.” “Does it have to be dramatic all the time?” Catherine murmured. “Of course. Everyone has a talent. Yours is crocheting and mine is making melodramatic statements.

Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.

Sometimes, when you crave certain feelings, you'll trick yourself into thinking the other person is something other than what he apears.

Kate leaned back against her chair. "Where is the bane of my existence?" "In the shower, freshening up." "Oh, God, who did Asciano screw now?" "No, no, he's covered in blood." "Oh good." She sighed and stopped. "The kid is covered in blood and we're relieved. There is something wrong with us.